Orla noticed the blush on Rose's cheeks and couldn't help but laugh as she sat down too. If all marriages brought on looks like that, perhaps they wouldn't be so bad, then. However, everyone knew that what Rose had was only a one in a million type thing; their journals were filled with people who were unhappy with their pairs. "We'll save the details about how wonderful and perfect your new husband is later, then," she teased, reaching for a menu even though she already knew what she wanted.
Scanning over the contents, she made a mental note to try some of the newer items on the menu the next time she came around. "Oh, I finally told my boss that I was tired of working six days a week and for ridiculous hours. I was there most days from nine in the morning until seven with only a lunch break! I didn't make enough for that and it was just something I wasn't enjoying anymore. I've never really liked taking still photographs of people, much less families who are oftentimes ungrateful or who rowdy kids that give me a headache on a daily basis." She was ranting and felt bad since they had only just met up. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to rant."